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I guess I'll bite.
I miss the times when I could look up at the sky and see the brightness of the sun; feel its warmth on my feathers. I never did get used to this city. I was accustomed to the dryness of the desert, back where I lived before I met him. He took me away from my home. He forced me to fight, and he made me enjoy it. It turned me into a true monster. It wasn’t long after he captured me that I wanted to fight. I wanted to feel my enemy’s flesh in my talons. I wanted to cripple their mind with my own, confuse and daze them so much that they begin to attack themselves. I loved to see the tears run down their master’s faces when I almost kill their companion. I didn’t realize then what I had become. I was the embodiment of evil, masked by the oh so innocent sport of battling. Everyone thought it was just a game, “Nothing bad can possibly come from this!” That’s what they always said, but when pokemon started to get more and more blood thirsty it all turned to chaos. Pokemon were being more than knocked out, they were dying. I have killed so many pokemon. I was always apologizing to my master, but he wouldn’t look at me anymore. Then I went too far one day. I manipulated a pokemon to attack his master. There was so much blood that I had an epiphany. I finally realized the monster I had become. I didn’t even look at my master when I ran. I ran so far. My wings could barely take me anywhere, but I could run. I could run forever. No one would ever find me. No one would have to know that I was such a horrible excuse for a Natu. I hid for days in a little cave I found in the woods. Sometimes I could hear my master calling me, but I ignored the calls. What could I possibly do if I went back to him? What would he do with me? There was no way he would ever let me battle again, and there was no way I could make myself fight another pokemon again.
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